According to the non-English speaking Parisians Brigette randomly struck a conversation with one night during our trip: “Friday and Saturday, no sleep! Monday for sleep!”
The aforementioned quote basically sums up how the French like to party: On Friday and Saturday nights, going out starts pretty late (after 11pm) and the bars don’t close until around 5am! Can you believe that? The bars in Paris make the bars in America look like a bunch of amateurs with their 2am closing times.
Both my roommate and I knew we wanted to hit up the bars/nightclubs at least once while we were in Paris, so on Saturday night, we did just that. After getting dolled up and splitting a 5 Hour Energy shot between us, we left around 12am in search of libations, mischief, and a place to get our dance on.
Brigette and I didn’t really have a set destination in mind; we just figured we would wander around the Sex District and see what we could find. After meeting two French guys on the street and flirting with them for about 10 minutes, they pointed us in the direction of an Irish pub called O’Sullivans right down the street from the Moulin Rouge. The pub seemed to have good energy and danceable music playing inside, so we decided to give it a shot.
If there’s one thing I learned while in Europe, it’s that European boys love California girls. We realized this after the bouncer let us into the bar for free because we told him we were from California. Also, every time Brigette or I would tell a guy where we were from, they would respond with, “Really? I LOVE California girls, just like the Katy Perry Song!” Seriously, the “California Girl” card works like a charm. If you ever go to Europe, use it.
After grabbing some drinks from the bar, we decided to scope out the pub. Once we realized that the DJ was playing American music, there were cute guys everywhere, and almost everyone there spoke English, we both knew we had found the right place. Buzzed from the two buck chuck and the drinks in our hands, Brigette and I began making friends. First there was Arthur the Asian Australian whom we met in the coat check line; turns out he had gone to school at UC Berkley and knew where to find some awesome vintage shops in Paris. Then there were the boys on the dance floor; I swear, once Brigette and I stepped foot on the dance floor, it was like flies on candy. AND THEN there were the two French guys whom I made out with. Yes, I made out with not just one, but TWO French guys in one night, one after the other, and it was awesome. Know what song was playing while I made out with the second one? “The Time (Dirty Bit)” by the Black Eyed Peas (their new rendition of “I’ve Had the Time of My Life” from Dirty Dancing). I found that song to coincide perfectly with that exact moment in my life. “Making out with a hot French guy in Paris” will definitely find a spot on my list of Top Ten ‘Time of My Life’ Experiences During My 20’s.
After having such a great time partying in Paris, we were definitely looking forward to what London’s nightlife had to offer. But as it turns out, London’s nightlife doesn’t offer a whole lot: All of their bars close around midnight! (I guess America’s bars don’t look so amateur compared to London’s.) Brigette and I were still set on going out though, so after pre-gaming in our hotel with some more two buck chuck, we hit up a pub called The Shakespeare.
As soon as we sat down at the bar, we made a new friend: a Polish guy named Thomas who had already had one too many libations. His inebriated state worked in our favor, though, because Thomas insisted on buying us each some drinks…
After chatting with Thomas for a while, his friend showed up: another Asian Australian guy whose name I can’t remember. This is the part where I talk about one of my roommate’s many great qualities: Brigette is an awesome wingwoman; even though she has a boyfriend, she still likes to get dressed up and go out with me so I can meet guys (most of my friends, male and female, who are in serious relationships never feel like going out, or are too busy with their significant others to even hang out with me). Brigette has my back no matter what. Case in point: She innocently chatted and hung out with the Asian Australian guy while I had a drunken make-out session with Thomas. What a trooper.
The night eventually came to an end due to the 12am closing time, so we bid farewell to my Polish make-out buddy and his Asian Australian friend and literally stumbled back to the hotel after that.
I’m not gonna lie. These two stories I’ve just shared with you are definitely some of the highlights of my trip. I mean, not only was I reminded of how much fun it is to be single, but I was reminded of what my 20’s are for: drinking, debauchery, and making out with cute guys in Europe.